asakiyume: (man on wire)






First, have a quote from Railsea


What, above all, about wood?

That is the key mystery. Wood makes trees trees. Wood is also what makes ties--those bars crosswise between railsea rails--ties. A thing can have only one essence. How can this, then, be?

Of all the philosophers' answers, three stand out as least unlikely.

--Wood & wood are, in fact, appearances not withstanding, different things.

--Trees are creations of the devil that delights in confusing us.

--Trees are the ghosts of ties, their gnarled & twisted & dreamlike echoes born when parts of the railsea are damaged & destroyed. Transubstantiated matter.

--China Miéville, Railsea, pp. 249-50.

Now, do you see my problem? I do love Railsea, and this quote is virtuoso storytelling fun, but I'm afraid Miéville has his logic mixed up here. If wood is the essence of trees, and wood is the essence of ties, then both those things have a single essence--namely, wood. It's an essence with two manifestations. To express this elegant confusion and not fall foul of logic, he could simply have said, "How could an essence like wood have two such different manifestations?" (but in more baroque, Railsea-esque language) and then gone on with his three great possibilities.

Still loving the story, though!

And now back to work.



asakiyume: (turnip lantern)
My best friend in the night sky right now is Jupiter, so golden there below the Pleiades.

And here's a silver track. Don't fall off! The ground is poisonous! At least in Railsea.

silver rail

Railsea, where the train captains lose limbs to the giant burrowing animals, and develop philosophies:

"You know how careful are philosophies," Naphi said. "How meanings are evasive. They hate to be parsed. Here again came the cunning of unreason. I was creaking lost, knowing that the ivory-coloured beast had evaded my harpoon & continued his opaque diggery, resisting close reading & a solution to his mystery. I bellowed, & swore that one day I would submit him to a sharp & bladey interpretation . . . I've had my blood & bone ingested by that burrowing signifier," she said, waving her intricately splendid arm. "A taunt, daring me to ingest him back."
China Miéville, Railsea (New York: Del Rey Books, 2012), 104-5.


Hahaha, litcrit speak.

And now I'm going to get back to making [livejournal.com profile] desperance's marmalade. I had to go buy some sugar (and so I saw Jupiter, and so I got my binoculars, but I couldn't see its moons, though the Internet promised I might--but then I turned the binoculars on the Plieades and saw an explosion of stars hidden from my unaided eye).


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